The outfit he had purchased had a very short blue pleated skirt and white blouse, white lacy ankle socks were thrown in as a bonus. He finally slipped...on the heels and stood in front of the mirror again.Perfect was the only word that came to mind. He was so busy admiring his reflection that he did not hear anyone enter the house."Who are you?"He spun around and there stood his sister's boyfriend, Rusty. He stood there in the doorway just staring at him before he stepped into the room. Rusty was. I want to feel more of you.”“Baby I’m loving this. I want more.”“I know, I want more of you.”She takes the lead and I follow her through the hall and out of her apartment. I am fixated on the movement of her ass as she walks, the tight fabric holding her tight while revealing every motion.We enter the elevator and before the doors have even closed we were pulling tightly at one other, kissing ferociously and gasping shortly for breath. This lasts only a minute. I slide down her body, my hands. I put the hoe back into the pod and take out the shovel. I go about 50 feet from the house and start digging a hole for the outhouse. If there is one thing I am bashful about, it is taking a dump. I dig a hole about eighteen inches both deep and wide.I cross the creek in search of deadfalls so I can make the outhouse. There are few in the four to six inch size. It take a while roaming about to get the sizes I need. First I build the frame and cover the outside with more wood, much like the. He put his shoes on thinking that it was past time to get them shined. He felt that being a good salesman was about projecting a successful image.He shouted, “You need to shine my shoes tonight.”“You need to stop drinking so much and staying out so late.”Irritated at the suggestion he was drinking too much and staying out too late, he sat there and looked at her. She looked old for her age. Her nightgown and bathrobe were plain; not sexy at all. She had gained a little weight and didn’t stand.